There is a boy With his hair a dirty color With his eyes like beams
And his words like fire.
There is that boy He lives down the street He rides with his friends
And defies all rules.
I see that boy He talks back to the teacher He laughs at her words
And strolls away.
Who is that boy The one that is so brave The one who doesn't care
Because he can't hear what they say?
I want that boy The one in my PE class The one who makes me laugh
Whenever he says something loud.
I like that boy But I know it's kind of wrong
Because he's like a song With all the chords off tune
But it sounds kind of nice.